It is raining in Hyderabad. These are unseasonal rains, and in certain districts, accompanied by hailstorms and the consequent destruction of standing crops. For lots of people this is not good news.
But here, where it kindly rains mostly late in the evening, or at night and in at dawn, where I don't have to deal with sewage-y roads and the jerul's flowered branch is weighed down by rain so ALL the flowers are right outside my window, i can't bring myself to complain.
In fact, I can't even bring myself to be online, let alone looking for poems or post them.
So, as long as the weather is not summer when it should be, I won't be posting.
Later!
But here, where it kindly rains mostly late in the evening, or at night and in at dawn, where I don't have to deal with sewage-y roads and the jerul's flowered branch is weighed down by rain so ALL the flowers are right outside my window, i can't bring myself to complain.
In fact, I can't even bring myself to be online, let alone looking for poems or post them.
So, as long as the weather is not summer when it should be, I won't be posting.
Later!
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